More groaning, this time from some of the council members.
“Sit down, Mark. You’ll get all your time,” Ophelia said. “Now Sophia Abella, dear, what is your business?”
“Forgive me, Madam Mayor. I know this isn’t normal business but I have something very important to say and I want as many people to hear it as possible.” She cleared her throat and a notable silence came over the room.
Riley returned to the front of the room so he might better use his psychic abilities to figure out what the hell was going on.
“Is this restaurant business?” Mr. Schwanbeck stood up again. “Because I don’t think it’s fair she should be able to jump to the front of the line.”
“It’s not!” Sophia yelled at him. “Now shut up and let me talk.”
“Go ahead, Sophia.” The Mayor waved her on. “We have a lot on the agenda for tonight.”
“I’m sorry. I’m so nervous.” She laughed into the mike, was rewarded with squeaky feedback and winced. She glanced at Riley, then at the crowd. “First of all, I want to clear up something. I’m not divorced, as some people think. I’ve been married now for eight years and I was a young military wife. Not a good one, as it turns out.”
Mr. Schwanbeck stood up again. “Sorry Mayor, but this is obviously not city council business!”
“Okay, that’s it.” Riley made a move towards Schwanbeck, who sat down in a hurry. “Let her finish.”
Sophia cleared her throat. “Thanks for your patience, everyone. You all know I’m a simple girl who loves Italian food and romance. I believe in love and not only on a day like Valentine’s Day, but every day of the year. But I fell in love with a Marine, which might not sound like the best mix.”
Laughter from the audience. Not from Riley.
“Turns out you can’t help who you love and I love Riley Jacobs, your chief of police. Thank you, boys, for saving his life. Just personally, from me.”
“You’re welcome, dude.” Eric stood up.
Sophia smiled and waved back to Eric, and Riley’s heart cracked open. But love wasn’t exactly their problem, nor ever had been. Unfortunately, he’d known for a while that he’d been quite possibly the worst person for Sophia to love, a girl who’d already suffered the loss of a parent early on.
And still he’d never managed to stay away from her.
“But the last thing a Marine needs is to worry about the people he’s leaving behind at home. He has to worry about staying alive and his fellow Marines staying alive. They need their wives and family to be strong for them. I wasn’t all that strong. Okay, I was a hot mess. There’s a lot of worry in being the wife of an enlisted man. A lot of sacrifice and distance. But loving him? That’s the easy part.”
There was a collective sigh from the audience as Riley moved towards Sophia.
She gazed at him, the fear and worry gone from her beautiful brown eyes. “And Riley, if it’s okay with you, if you’ll forgive me for being stupid, I’d like to keep on loving you the way I promised I would eight years ago. In sickness and in health. For better or for worse. And even if you insist on being a cop.”
More laughter from the audience.
“It’s okay with me.” He swooped her up in his arms.
The audience and the city council applauded. He set her down and covered the mike with his hand. It made a piercing sound that had everyone covering their ears and wincing.
“Are you sure about this? It won’t always be easy.”
She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I love you, Riley Jacobs. I’ll take the good with the bad. This is the new me and she’s a little like the old me. The girl you met at Henry’s, the one that would follow you anywhere. I know life won’t always be perfect, but I know perfect is a fantasy. I want real. I want you. As long as I have you to hold on to I’m going to be all right.”
“Yeah you are.”
He took his hand off the mike and pulled her up, hands on that ass he loved. He gave her a long deep kiss, satisfied when she sighed and ran her fingers through his hair.
More applause. “Can we please get out of here?” Riley said.
“Wait till you see what I have waiting for you at home. Let’s just say that it involves champagne and bubbles.”
“Don’t tease me.”
“Baby, I’m just getting started.”
Epilogue
Six months later
The stick was pink.
Oh.My.Lord. The. Stick. Pink.
“Open up!” Angie’s voice called out from outside the bathroom door.
“What’s going on in there?” Lizzie asked.
“Nothing!” Sophia shouted back through the door.
Only the most significant event in her life, that was all. Nothing more. And she couldn’t share with her two best friends. Couldn’t. No way. Not yet. Because she had to tell Riley first. That was in the Rule Book.
“Then why did I hear you scream a few minutes ago?” Angie demanded. “Is it a review? Did we finally get reviewed?”
She should just lie and say yes so Angie would get off her back, but mothers didn’t lie. And she was going to be a mother.
“Are you okay in there?” Lizzie said.
“I’ll be right out.” Sophia started the faucet and washed her hands.
Keep calm. But she was so excited there was a clear and huge possibility that she would talk like she’d been given a truth serum when she walked out that door. She should have just waited till she got home to do the test, but having picked it up at the drug store on the way in to work this afternoon, she found that she couldn’t stand not knowing another second.
Sophia dried her hands and opened the door to Angie and Lizzie.
“My God! What is it?” Angie said. “Your cheeks are all pink and you look like you’re about to explode! What is it? It’s a review, isn’t it? Five stars? I’m going to be famous.” Angie bounced up and down. “I’m sure it was the risotto.”
“It’s not a review.”
“What is it, then?” This was from Lizzie.
“I can’t tell you!” Sophia picked up her purse and keys.
She’d just drive over to the station right now and tell Riley. This obviously couldn’t wait and no way would she text him or call him with this kind of news. And she was already too close to telling Angie and Lizzie everything.
“Where are you going?” Angie asked, following.
“I can’t stay here or you’ll make me talk!”
“What do you mean?” Lizzie asked.
“Seriously, I’ve got to go. And don’t follow me!” Sophia flew out the backdoor and slipped into her car for the short drive to the station.
Suddenly her two-door sedan seemed much too small and she wondered what Riley would think about a minivan.
Good news like this needed to be spread far and wide, and Sophia couldn’t wait to tell everyone. Spread the joy, Mama always used to say. Sophia wondered if she was looking down from heaven right now, happy her daughter was doing the right thing and telling her husband first. It was tradition. She didn’t speed and not just because residents were now judging her with a kind of “Mrs. Police Chief” standard she didn’t particularly appreciate, but also speeding was dangerous to her unborn child.
She opened the door to the station and found Claire in her usual spot. “Hey, Sophia.”
“Is he busy?”
“Well, you know his door-is-always-open policy?”
“Yeah?”
“Mr. Schwanbeck is a frequent abuser. He’s in there now, and he shut the door. Twenty minutes and counting.” Claire glanced up at the wall clock.
“Oh, no.” Danger! Sophia was about to bust! “I need to talk to him, and it’s important.”
“I don’t know what to tell you,” Claire said with a sigh. “Should I buzz him?”
“No, no. I’ll wait.”
Except her ‘waiting’ involved pacing the hallway past Riley’s office door with the wink window. After her second trip, Riley not
iced her and smiled. By the third trip, he quirked an eyebrow. By the fourth trip, he was already staring in her direction when she passed the door, his forehead crinkled. On the fifth trip, Sophia plastered her face to the small window and mouthed ‘need to talk to you.’
Sophia opened the door. “Hi, Mr. Schwanbeck.”
Mr. Schwanbeck turned in his chair, scowling.
Riley stood up and moved toward her. “Is something wrong?”
“No, I’m good. Nothing’s wrong. I just need to talk to you. Now.”
“Young lady, if it’s not an emergency surely it can wait,” Mr. Schwanbeck said.
“No, it can’t!” With that, she hooked her thumb to the door and glared at Mr. Schwanbeck until he finally got up and left.
Riley’s arms slipped around her waist and he pulled her in for a long kiss. “Have I told you how much it turns me on when you’re bossy?”
“You have said that.” She linked her arms around his neck.
“And did I say I love you today?”
“No, don’t think so.”
“Well, I love you today. What’s so important?”
“Nothing much. You’re just going to be a daddy.”
Riley’s face split in a wide smile and he swung her up to the balls of her feet. “Seriously, baby? That didn’t take you long.”
“I couldn’t wait to tell you. The stick turned pink!”
“What stick?”
“Never mind,” she said, kissing him again and again. “Hey, can we buy a minivan?”
Riley didn’t answer as he scowled in the direction of his door. Plastered up against the window were Claire and Mr. Schwanbeck, fighting for space. “Damned open-door policy.”
“We’re not going to tell them. Not yet.”
Soon enough, everyone in town would know the good news but not today. Today it was just her and Riley. A special day. Private. Personal. Life changing.
Finally for the first time in years they were together on the same continent.
And that was something no one would ever take away again.
I hope you’ve enjoyed Riley and Sophia’s romance. To read the next book in the Starlight Hill series, click here. There are 8 books in this series.
You may also be interested in Country Gold and She’s Country Strong in my Wilder Sisters series, both small town romances. All books are connected but stand alone.
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Crazy for You
Christmas in Starlight Hill
Crazy for You is a work of fiction. Names, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2016 Maria Buscher
All rights reserved
Published in the United States by Heatherly Bell Books
Cover design: The Killion Group
Edited by: Jennifer Graybeal
www.HeatherlyBell.com
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1
If this was all Los Angeles had to offer in the way of single men, Fallon McQueen might as well give up right now. She’d never find a date to her ex-husband Ted’s wedding.
A Christmas overkill of tinsel-covered fake trees and strings of red and green blinking lights hung from one end of the room to the other at Anthony’s Bistro. The speed dating events were held every Tuesday and Thursday night, kicking into high gear the closer time marched towards the holiday. For some the holiday decorations and music piping through the speakers served as a powerful motivator. Find someone here tonight, sucker, or spend one more holiday alone. For Fallon, no more motivation was required. Even so, she’d put the season into her presentation tonight with a tight red velvet dress and matching red pumps. Miss Santa Claus.
Because she needed a man. A very specific man and it would help if his name happened to be Bud. Probably that would be asking too much, but then again, maybe she could have a Christmas miracle just this once.
“Do you like sushi?” Tagg, as his name tag read, now asked.
Whether or not Fallon liked sushi didn’t much matter because at this point she had to be flexible. Could Bud be a nickname for Tagg?
Fallon stalled. “Possibly.”
“Don’t tell me you haven’t had sushi. And you’re from San Francisco?”
She hated sushi with the red hot fire of a thousand suns but that was beside the point. “No. Napa Valley. Starlight Hill.”
“Where?”
The timer dinged, indicating that her fifteen minutes of ‘get to know you’ with Tagg had finally concluded.
“Nice to meet you,” Fallon said and moved to the next chair.
“Hello there,” Danny-boy (as he’d written on his name tag) said. “You’re a mighty fine looking woman. The Miss Claus dress rocks. Ho,ho,ho.”
This guy wasn’t going to work because he was a blonde. The hoe joke was the nail in his coffin. Shame.
“Okay, then. Nice to meet you, but I’ve really got to run.”
Fallon stood, slapped the table once to indicate she was done with this round and exited Anthony’s. Two weeks of this had produced a big fat zero. The speed dating had been a bad idea. Maybe her worst yet, and she’d had some doozies in her time. The worst of which had to be lying to her mother about having a serious boyfriend. Six months ago. Now she had to go to this stupid wedding and produce said boyfriend, which was a bit of a problem since he didn’t exist.
Outside, she took a deep breath of smog-laced air, coughed, and forced her shoulders to unkink. She decided it was safe enough to walk home alone. Due to it being December, the city was lit up for the holidays, providing even more safety lighting than normal. And it was only a few short blocks to her duplex. Fallon slipped off her pumps and switched them with the flats she carried in her bag. Always prepared. That was the ticket. Of course, even she hadn’t been prepared when her boss, Delilah, had fired her on the spot for daring to ask for time off at their busiest season. Now Fallon had no job and no man.
Happy Holidays!
About six months ago Ted had announced he would marry on December twentieth which meant that if Fallon went home for the wedding, she’d get to spend Christmas with her son, David. Even though this year wasn’t her turn to have him. As long as she agreed to spend it in Starlight Hill she could stay with David at her mother’s house while Ted and his new wife were on their honeymoon. David loved Christmas, and Fallon loved David so she wasn’t going to miss this chance. Even if it meant she had to produce a man. But Fallon couldn’t just have any date for this wedding. Unfortunately, she’d narrowed it down to tall, dark and handsome when her mother pressed for details on her non-existent boyfriend.
“I said sit still, asswipe!” A man’s voice rang into the night, rising above the roaring sounds of the freeway and passing cars.
When Fallon rounded the corner to her duplex she came upon a man known all over the world by two short words: Santa Claus. But this Santa Claus looked like a badass, given that he had a man pinned on the ground, his knee pressed into his back. The man on the ground was squirming and shouting out obscenities.
And this was supposed to be a decent neighborhood. “I-is everything okay?” Fallon asked Santa.
Santa gave a quick glance in her direction. “It’s all under control, ma’am. Just move along.”
“But I live there.” Fallon pointed to the duplex just behind them.
“This joker was trying to break into your place when I stopped him.”
“So you say,” the pinned man said. “I was just out taking a night stroll.”
“Sure, sure. You’ll get your chance to explain it all once the police come. They’re on their way,” Santa said.
Fallon stomped her foot near the criminal’s head. “You’ve got your nerve! I don’t have anything in there worth taking, sir! All you would have accomplished is made me feel so icky I’d have to burn the place down. Next time pick on someone your own size.”
Santa quirked a single eyebrow at her but didn’t say a word.
“Betsy!” Fallon ran past the two men toward her neighbor’s side of the duplex.
Hopefully her elderly neighbor was safe and sound. She finally answered the door though, it being past ten o’clock at night, she took roughly a millennium to open it.
“What on earth?” she asked, holding her cat in her arms.
“I had to see that you were okay!” Fallon shouted at the hard of hearing woman. “There’s a man! And a knit cap! I think he was trying to break in!”
“Oh dear,” she said, tugging Hercules closer.
“Don’t worry, ma’am,” Santa said from his place on top of the criminal’s back. “I’ve got this!”
Oh whew, he had it. But who the hell was he? He was dressed like a mall Santa Claus, complete with red outfit, beard, and big-bowl-full-of-jelly belly. But he behaved more like a super hero the way he had that man pinned and unable to budge.
Fallon stared in Santa’s direction. “I don’t know who that Santa is—”
Betsy shut her door.
Okay, so Fallon was on her own. Familiar territory, that, except this time she had company in the form of the criminal and Santa Claus. A few minutes later, the criminal, Santa, and the L.A.P.D. It sounded like the start of a demented version of the “Twelve Days of Christmas.”
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